Never been in France before, but Girona is how I imagine it to be. I’ll find out for sure next year. Old castle walls, covered with greenery, winding cobblestone streets that dipped and climbed according the the landscape, and all of it by the laziest of rivers. (I actually hate those streets. I thought I would have myself a Beyonce experience and strut in heels as I went sightseeing. After nearly breaking my ankle 3 times I had to stop in some rando store for flats. Guidebooks should maybe write that in the description somewhere: cobblestone streets- Heels aren’t recommended. Could result in your subsequent death….but I digress)
I don’t consider myself a nature person, but I sat on those ivy covered walls that are probably older than the US itself, and was very content to be there, breathing in the fresh air and doing absolutely nothing. It had to be the most pure feeling that I’ve had in a long while.
Update: Upon further reflection, all those good feelings could also be due to the fact that I finally flats on and didn’t have to worry about falling and breaking my neck. I prefer to think that it was solely the effect of Girona and nature.
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